yuphoenixofficial:

Ask me anything! Post your question on my facebook and i will try to answer most of them ;) #yuphoenix #DNR

yuphoenixofficial:

Ask me anything! Post your question on my facebook and i will try to answer most of them ;) #yuphoenix #DNR

(via strifybridesmaid666kaulitz)

thinktinyart:

Today is my birthday and I’m ending the day feeling like a satisfied, sleepy sloth, gently being carried away by a bagillion balloons!

thinktinyart:

Today is my birthday and I’m ending the day feeling like a satisfied, sleepy sloth, gently being carried away by a bagillion balloons!

(via normal-insanity)

shepardfaeries:

i thought itd be cool to show my snake drinking, and then i found the option on youtube to add their pre-recorded “rock” music and i nearly pissed my pants

(via tinalikesbutts)

annicron:

look at this thing i got at the airport when leaving germany
it’s a giant tic tac box filled with tiny tic tac boxes

annicron:

look at this thing i got at the airport when leaving germany

it’s a giant tic tac box filled with tiny tic tac boxes

(via typicalfailure)

synthetic-psycho:

Glow in the dark nail polish :D

synthetic-psycho:

Glow in the dark nail polish :D

(via suicidemonsters)

"They are seventeen when they realize
There are ten years left, five
Maybe, if they are not lucky.
Or worse, all alone in a field
Of wildflowers and tombstones.
They send you fake flowers in the mail,
All yellow plastic and bubble wrap.
Imagine, for a moment:
A heart split into three parts,
A shopping cart with broken wheels.
It doesn’t have to happen,
We just have to think about it.
Like we think about old record albums,
Back before the singer shot himself,
And the bassist took two too many,
And the drummer learned the hard way
That we can’t breathe underwater.
Here are the waves, and here are the gulls
And here is the sand castle built
To keep the waves from washing in again.
“It’s no good,” you said, and threw the stone
Into the pond, hoping that the Lady
Of the Lake might catch it.
She doesn’t.
Forget about that part of it.
Just think about the music,
The way the windows were open
And the table pushed back to give us room
To dance and kiss in the morning light.
There is no betrayal here, and there is
Not always joy. We put our hearts outside
What we cannot comprehend, but the filter
Doesn’t work quite right, and we get them back
All bruised and sloppy, instead.
We think about a world
Where we got them back better.
You fell into step beside them but
You faded right away again.
Nine, the countdown started, the quarry growing.
The farmer leans on his shove and spits
Three times.
They keep looking. They don’t find you.
You are no longer tangible, the how to touch it
Hanging over their head.
Eight,
Then one. Here is the crow, and here is the gun
The lover saying, “Maybe not.”
They didn’t mean it. You didn’t hear it.
None."

"Night is Breaking" - t.cm. (via schitzophrenicrainbows)

(Source: thingsweinventwhenwearescared, via schitzophrenicrainbows)

shslsubmissivemasochist:

canweumqra:

I have not received a dress based of my tumblr.

I have not received my pin pal.

I have not received my character based off my blog.

I have not received a picture of the book or the wall you wrote my URL on.

I HAVE been lied to.

image

I never even got that “doot doot”

(via suicidemonsters)





 Ezra Miller | Press Association Interview in central London, April 19th 2013

 Ezra Miller | Press Association Interview in central London, April 19th 2013

(Source: femburton)

skeleton-on-the-internet:

iguanamouth:

youre gonna look so godamn cool

Can confirm that there was a great demon war in skeleton hell.

(via smosh)